Tell us what you gonna do tonight, mama
There must be some place you can go
In the middle of the tall drinks and the drama
There must be someone you know
God knows you're lookin' good enough
But you're so smooth and the world's so rough
You might have somethin' to lose
Oh no, pretty mama
What you gonna do in those shoes?

Got those pretty little straps around your
ankles
Got those shiny little chains around your heart
You got to have your independence
But you don't know just where to start
Desperation in the singles bars
All the jerk-offs in their fancy cars
You can't believe your reviews

*Oh no, you can't do that
Once you've started wearin' those shoes

They're lookin' at you, leanin' on you
Tell you anything you wanna hear
They give you tablets of love
They're waitin' for you, got to score you
Handy with the shovel and so sincere
Ooh they got the kid gloves
You just want someone to talk to
They just wanna get their hands on you
You get whatever you choose

(* Repeat 2 times)